Hiding Place: a noun
a safe place where you hide yourself or something or something that you do not want other people to find.
No matter what age we are, I believe we all need a “safe place,” a place of refuge. A place where we can be alone and recharge. A place where we can think, pray, or meditate “safe” from the daily interruptions in life. I have such a place right outside my office door. Not always, but many times when I go out there, I will ask my husband, Rick, not to disturb me, which he honors, giving me some “alone” time.
When I was a little girl, I had a “safe place” too. It was behind the living room drapes. Now, I’m absolutely certain everyone knew where I was; I’m sure my little feet stuck out below the drapes and my body made a bulge in the drapery fabric. But I also remember my mom walking into the room, calling my name, looking for me. So, as far as I knew, I was hidden.
Whether we have children or grandchildren, I think we all want to think that there is a little bit of ourselves in them. Perhaps in the way they look, talk, laugh, or play.
We know that our 3-year-old grandson, Owen, has a lot of both his dad and his granddad in him; we see that in his dry sense of humor and his mischevious nature.
This week I saw that Owen does have a little of me in him too! Even at 3, he is already experimenting and finding his “safe” place. The place where no one can find him… especially right before bedtime.
Do YOU have a safe place? Will you share your story or post a picture? Perhaps you will inspire someone else in their journey to find that special place of refuge!
P.S. About 5 hours after I published this post, my son sent me 2 more pictures. Seems Owen is still trying to find his “safe place.”
Perhaps the car might be a better “safe” place?